Apparently life is not waiting for me to catch up. It’s time to put an end to my little pity party, round up the soggy wads of kleenex, wipe the mascara from under my eyes and move on. Ever since the kids could walk, I’ve asked them to go get a kleenex when they see someone is hurt or crying. It’s not because I wanted them to wait on me. But handing someone a kleenex when they are crying is a great way to show you care when you don’t know what the hell to say. It’s better than standing there waiting for the sobbing person to tell you, “Go get a kleenex, already.” On Tuesday night, Will wised up and brought me the whole box. There’s too much to do, too much to plan, and too much to anticipate to spend anymore time licking my wounds. Enough is enough. Continue reading →
Posts Tagged: all about me
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Mar 10
Recipe For Moving On
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Feb 10
Let Me In
These prints belong to Rita, the world’s most patient cat. She left them on the front step while she patiently waited for one of us to remember to let her in. I hope this last day of February finds you happy and healthy. I hope that you have let in those you love, and that those you love have let you in, too.
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Feb 10
Narcissism Sucks
A wise woman once said, “narcissists suck.” I’ve spent some time on her blog. It’s a deep, dark, cavernous hole of information. I would caution you to be careful before spending much time there. You may learn more than you really want to know. Continue reading →
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Feb 10
Narcissism and Annexation
I was up all night with Jenny. I’ll spare you the gory details, but she was afraid of falling back to sleep for fear she’d get sick again. I held her pretty much all night long while she drifted in and out of sleep. I looked at her long eyelashes and her perfectly arched eyebrows, her long delicate fingers and the wisps of hair around her forehead. She’s not a baby anymore, but when she’s not feeling well, she seems as fragile and vulnerable as when she lived in my arms. Continue reading →
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Feb 10
The Search
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Feb 10
A Bad Day Doing Anything Is Better Than A Good Day With A Narcissist
His knees make this strangely hollow sound when he smacks them together. Imagine taking two 2×4’s wrapped in fleece, and hitting them against each other. Will is a thin 11 year old. He doesn’t have a lot of padding, especially around his knees. He’s gone through an interesting series of nervous ticks. I don’t think of the knee-knocking as a nervous tick, but I’ve noticed that he does this when he’s playing a game on the computer, or when he’s talking on the phone with his dad. Continue reading →
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Feb 10
Narcissists and Rules
Don’t touch a cowboy’s hat or a lady’s hair-do.- Don’t ask anyone how many acres they have, how many head of cattle they own, or how much money they have in the bank.
- Do not ask a lady how much she weighs or how old she is.
- Never ask a big lady when her baby is due.
- Don’t tell anyone your social security number, your pin number or your locker combination.
- If you eat the whole bag of Fritos, keep it a secret.
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Feb 10
Narcissism Pisses Me Off
I went skiing with Jenny and Will It snowed all day, and it wasn’t too cold. We all skied like we could be Olympic contenders. Okay, that’s a stretch. But Will could be a contender. I’m proud of both of them. We laughed, inhaled fresh mountain air, and got that really good tired. Then we came home and made killer fajitas, sat by the fire and watched awesome athletes compete on T.V. It was a stellar day. Why am I so agitated? Continue reading →
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Feb 10
Come And Tell Me Why Yer Leavin’ Me
The first time I set foot in our little house, I got teary. Granted, I wasn’t very emotionally stable at the time. I had decided to leave my husband. I had been living at my mom’s for a couple months. I had to get my kids settled, and the weight of the transition was heavy on me. The realtor unlocked the maroon door, we set foot in the open living room/dining room area, I took one look at the wood stove, glanced at the dark red walls in the kitchen, and I knew it would be our home. Continue reading →
